Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 491 A cold and fever are not uncomfortable
Shen Duci's (disgusting) loving (disgusting) eyes fell on Nan Song's face, as if looking at a mentally retarded person.

"I beg you to read the news, ancestor."

Hearing what Shen Du said, Nan Song guessed that something had happened, and quickly turned on the phone.

The nature of the fire in Rosewood Park Hyatt was so serious that many media outlets had already reported it. The news on the Internet had already been overwhelming, and the real-time reports directly hit Nan Song.

She was holding the phone, her mouth was as round as an egg: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa?! Such a serious fire???"

Shen Du looked at Nan Song whose face was full of surprise, still expressionless.

When she saw that the most seriously injured resident was in the room next to her in the report, Nan Song's little heart trembled.

Immediately afterwards, she received a call from the hotel staff, confirming the list of damaged items in the room, so that she could negotiate the hotel's compensation for the guests later.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Song relayed the content of the call to Shen Du intact. The original intention was to ask him to help him recall some of her personal belongings in the room that needed to be compensated.

After all, when Guan Xinghe and Guan Xinghe left the hotel at three o'clock in the middle of the night, she didn't bring anything except the mobile phone and ID card in her bag.

All luggage was left in the room and burned to the ground.

But after Shen Du heard it, he just sneered and said, "Compensation? Who wants them to pay for this? It threatens my wife's personal safety, so don't even think about opening this hotel."

Nan Song: "."

"Ah, the fire belongs to the fire, but if the hotel is not allowed to continue to open, wouldn't it be too much?"

Shen Du slowly raised his hand to straighten the quilt, his eyes slightly raised, and he opened his mouth like a monster.

"It's not too much at all. The nature of the fire is so serious. Even though the cause of the fire has nothing to do with the hotel itself, such a large hotel did not take good fire prevention measures and emergency plans, resulting in such serious consequences. The hotel management is not dead. Gotta peel off."

What Shen Du said was true. The star rating of Rosewood Park Hyatt Hotel was four stars. A serious fire broke out in a hotel of this level, not to mention the property, and even some residents were injured.

This can be regarded as a warning case in the entire hotel industry, and it will be nailed to the pillar of stigma for a long time in the future.

Nan Song silently lit a white candle for the management of Magnificent Park Hyatt in his heart.

She sighed softly, picked up her phone again and clicked on the live video of the fire shot by the reporter in the news. The billowing black smoke and the flames soared into the sky. It was quite scary to watch.

If he was in the room at that time, Nan Song would have lingering fears and dare not continue thinking about it.

Shen Du's eyes fell on her face, and saw her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he felt what she was thinking in her heart at the moment, and held her hand in his own.

When the man's familiar palm temperature came, Nan Song felt a little relieved.

After knowing that there was a fire, the context and reasons for everything that happened tonight gradually became clear in my mind.

Nan Song pursed his lips, sat up from the bed, crossed his legs, and looked at Shen Du without saying a word.

Being stared at by her for a few seconds, Shen Du felt a little strange: "What's wrong?"

"So you rushed over from Yuncheng non-stop tonight because you were worried about me?"

Shen Du raised his brows lightly, and spit out four words: "Then what else?"

After finishing speaking, he said: "Your mobile phone is like a decoration. At first, no one answered it, and finally it was turned off. Can I not worry? I am so worried."

When Shen Du said this, his tone was serious, it didn't look like he was joking at all, and there was even a trace of reproach.

Nan Song slept deeply in the middle of the night, and he didn't even hear his phone call when he put his phone in his bag. When he left the hotel, his phone didn't have much battery, so it turned off automatically when the battery was too low.

After hearing Shen Du's words, Nan Song's heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand.

A little pain, but then a soft touch.

She bit her lower lip, and stretched out her hand to feel the temperature on Shen Du's forehead. It probably didn't take the shortest time to take effect, so it was still quite hot.

Nan Song frowned, and his tone was a bit reproachful: "Then you don't have to rush here with a cold, it's so uncomfortable."

Ever since she was a child, she thought she was not a person who is easily moved, but seeing Shen Du's pale and tired face at this moment, Nan Song felt that her nose seemed to be a little sore.

I didn't want him to find out, so I held back.

Shen Du looked into her eyes, sighed softly, his tone was a little helpless, but there was a deep pampering in it.

He stretched out his right hand, gently embraced the back of Nan Song's head, and pressed her down, so that their foreheads were pressed together.

In the next second, Shen Du's gentle and deep voice sounded in Nan Song's ear——

"It's not uncomfortable to have a cold, nor to have a fever. It's the most uncomfortable thing when I can't contact you, can't see you, and can't hug you."

Nan Song broke the defense instantly.

With a sore nose and red eyes, I couldn't bear it any longer.

But these people have spoken so seriously and affectionately, it doesn't seem very good not to respond.

After being silent for a long time, Nan Song gave a muffled "hmm" in a small voice.

Shen Du sensed the strangeness in her from the ray of voice, froze for a moment, grabbed her shoulder to push her away to take a look.

Nan Song refused to let him push, and directly stretched out two arms to wrap around his neck tightly.

She even lowered her head and buried her face into his neck, just like he buried her neck just now.

Shen Du thought that Nan Song was so shy after hearing what he said just now, so he didn't expose her, after all, just hugging her like this was very comfortable and at ease.

But after a while, Shen Du frowned when he felt a warm temperature between his neck.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

Nan Song remained silent and didn't speak or move.

Shen Du was more sure of what happened, a trace of impatience surged in his heart, and his tone became a little more serious.

"Nan Song, you get up first."

Nan Song's arms were bound even tighter, and Shen Du couldn't remove them at all. At the same time, the man who had been keeping his head buried in his head finally spoke to a quail-like person.

"Don't move yet, let me lean on for a while, it will be fine in a while"

This time, Shen Du could hear clearly, Nan Song's muffled voice contained a trace of choking that was hard to detect.

But he found out.

Shen Du's movement of pushing her shoulder froze, and he froze in the air.

Although he didn't know why she was crying suddenly, he still chose to respect her thoughts, and didn't force him any more. He just let Nan Song lean on her and put his palm on her back.

After leaning on for about a minute, the person in his arms finally moved.

(End of this chapter)